nannynutter.livejournal.comAgnes finished stacking the anti-hex potions she always made just after Christmas, you'd be surprised how many people got nasty if they didn't get the right present. So Agnes continued to put the Hospital Wing into order, making sure to position the tea and biscuits within reach if anybody wanted to try them. True, they were her favourite, but she didn't trust that Orient fellow enough to assume they weren't poisoned, and how had he known they were her favourite? That thought still haunted her as she subtley cast suspicious looks into the corners of the room. She had various antidotes around too, as well as a vast collection of Beozars, and pretty much enough to combat most post-Christmas hexes, curses, jinxes, poisonings, beatings, scrapes, illnesses and accidents. Christmas was a dangerous time of year...